Can’t Buy Me Love
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: This is the start of the book, where we find out the heroine is in a job she doesn’t want and the hotel she works in has been suffering a spate of thefts since she started. No clues for guessing who’s suspect number one! So, the hotel owner calls in a member of the local security team to look into things. And Logan and Agnes do NOT hit it off! It turned out the Catholics were right—purgatory was real. And it was a small town in the Scottish Highlands. Oh, sure, the locals called it Invertary, but Agnes Sinclair knew better. She wasn’t fooled by the picturesque loch or the rows of crooked white houses. Invertary was where souls came to have the hope sucked out of them—or whatever it was that happened in purgatory. Not being Catholic, Agnes wasn’t sure what went on there, but with a name like purgatory, it couldn’t be good. All she knew for sure was that she’d only been in town for three weeks, and already she’d lost the will to live. “You called a security firm to investigate me?” She glared at her new boss, Dougal Jamieson, the owner of Invertary’s only hotel, and he didn’t even squirm. He tugged down his red tartan waistcoat, which he’d teamed with a pink button-down shirt, and glared back. “I called them in to investigate the thefts. The ones you informed me were happening. Was I supposed to ignore them?” “You were supposed to let me do my job and investigate them myself. That’s why you employed a hotel manager. To free you up to take care of the pub and build your new conference center.” The conference center that was still in the planning stage because the land Dougal needed to build it was being held hostage by an old woman the town called Satan. Which seemed appropriate, because if this was truly purgatory, Satan should live in it. Right? She really needed to find a Catholic and have them explain this stuff to her. “You might be the day-to-day manager, but this is still my business,” Dougal snapped. It was clear to Agnes, after only three weeks in the job, that Dougal didn’t actually want to let go of the responsibility of managing his hotel. So he’d taken to managing her instead. In detail. Every. Single. Day. His micromanagement was beginning to make her skin crawl, and the urge to gag him and lock him in a closet grew stronger by the minute. Dougal’s white brows furrowed as he huffed a breath that made his matching mustache and beard flutter. Her boss was Santa dressed as Elton John, with a booming voice and a deep Highland burr. Talking to him was like having a bad acid trip. It was on the tip of her tongue to demand to know why he’d hired her when he seemed so set on doing the job himself. But Agnes already knew the answer—her sister’s husband had talked him into it. Yep, that’s how pathetic she’d become. Even though she’d spent ten years studying part time to get a degree in hotel management and had countless hours of practical experience under her belt, she needed her sister to find her a job. There were days, like this one, when she second-guessed the decision that’d landed her in her current predicament. She’d been offered a job managing a large hotel that was part of a famous chain, and all she’d had to do to secure the position was have sex with the owner. Agnes had politely declined, kicking his nuts into next week as she did so. Less than twenty-four hours later, she’d been blacklisted throughout the entire UK hotel network. Which had led her to this moment—a face-off with disco Santa. She should have had sex with the creepy hotel owner. Taking a fortifying breath, she reached deep for what little patience ran in her genes. “I know this is your hotel, and I understand that I work for you. But I just want the opportunity to do my job before you decide you need someone else to do it for me.” “This isn’t a judgment of your abilities.” Dougal’s voice reverberated off the walls. “It’s an attempt to give you some help. Benson Security can investigate the thefts while you manage the hotel.” What was left hanging in the air between them was the fact the bulk of the thefts had only started when she’d arrived in Invertary. She looked her boss straight in the eye. “I’m not the one stealing from you.” He smacked a beefy hand on her desk. “Did I say that?” He turned to the man leaning in the doorway. The man Agnes had been steadily ignoring since he’d arrived with her boss ten minutes earlier. “Did I, at any point, suggest my manager was stealing from me?” Agnes tossed her long, straight blonde hair over her shoulder, folded her arms over her gray suit jacket, and tapped her toe. Yes, what exactly did the almighty ‘security specialist’ think of this situation? The corner of the man’s mouth quirked as he uncrossed his arms and ankles and stepped into the room. At about five foot eight or nine, he wasn’t massively tall, but he would still tower over her. He wore a black long-sleeved tee with the sleeves pushed up, a pair of dark blue jeans, and brown suede boots. His thick, mahogany hair, shorter at the sides, was pulled back in a rough right parting. He reminded her of a younger Tom Cruise. Only with a nose that’d been broken at some point and set crooked. They shared the same lean, muscled physique, and the same amused sparkle in their eyes. “What I think,” he said, “is that we all need to take a step back and calm down.” And that was all she needed to hear to know he was an ex-cop—it was in his tone. The same tone she’d heard many times over the years. Perfect. This was just what she needed.
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Title: Fed Up
Series: Well-Seasoned Love #1 Author: Kathleen Duhamel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 13, 2019
Death breaks you in ways you never thought possible while grief swallows you whole. After losing my husband I’ve been trapped in emotional limbo, a place I don’t think I’ll ever be able to escape. Not even the British actor and heartthrob, Ian James, will be able to thaw my frozen heart…at least that’s what I thought. Being his personal chef is merely a short-term job while he’s working on location in Virginia. But cooking for him five days a week becomes more personal when a mutual attraction starts to burn between us. I’m hopelessly drawn to Ian and being with him makes it possible for me to breathe again. But I’m wary of the self-proclaimed womanizer who is far too charming and handsome for his own good. With me a grieving widow, and Ian struggling with his own demons, there are too many variables involved for us to have a future together. But I can’t stay away from him, and I’m afraid falling for a player might just shatter my already broken heart.
“DuHamel’s characters are believable and relatable, with real life struggles in the context of intimate relationships. In this book, Ian’s tugs of conscience are generalizable to a large population of men who prioritized career and success at the cost of family relationships. Shelby’s self-consciousness in a new relationship after decades of marriage, contrasted with her professional skills and accomplishments, mirrors the experience of countless women who must deal with the contradictions of aging.” “I really enjoyed this book with its very real and likeable characters and a story that gives hope of love later in life.” “The dialogue is smart, the characters real, their story compellingly and beautifully told in a way that draws you inexorably into their l’amour.” “This is a well-written, perfectly paced novel with characters you will remember. I cannot wait to read book two.”
Kathleen wrote and illustrated her first short story at the age of eight and has considered herself a storyteller ever since. After growing up in a small Texas town, she earned a master’s degree in communications from Texas Tech University. Her love of the written word continued throughout her varied career as a newspaper journalist and editor, public relations executive, freelance travel writer, and owner/operator of two small businesses before becoming a published author in 2015. She is the author of the contemporary romance novels Deep Blue. Deeper, and Deep End, along with a companion novella, At Home with Andre. Kathleen’s stories feature vibrant, smart, and attractive older women—a vastly underrepresented segment of the romance market—who experience love and satisfying sex, despite the various pitfalls that accompany later-in-life relationships. Her newest release, Fed Up, features two troubled Gen-Xers who meet and fall in love at precisely the wrong time. Kathleen has spent most of her adult life in Colorado, where she lives in the Denver area with her husband, an enormous standard poodle, and a big, friendly cat.
Today we are celebrating the release of TROUBLE AFTER DARK. Trouble After Dark is part of the Gansett Island series by Marie Force. Check out the purchase links, blurb and teaser for the book below.
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The last place in the world he wants to be is on Gansett Island…
Deacon Taylor stepped up for a friend and got himself thrown in jail, and when he’s given a choice of felony charges or leaving town with his police chief brother Blaine, he chooses the latter, consigning himself to a summer under his annoying older brother’s supervision. Julia Lawry used the last of her resources to come to Gansett for her sister Katie’s wedding and has no idea how she’s going to get back to Texas to clean up the mess she left behind. Another relationship has ended in dramatic fashion, and she’s put herself on a “dick diet,” swearing off men who use and discard her.When Deacon talks Julia into taking off with him during her sister’s wedding, neither of them can know how that wild ride on his motorcycle will be the start of the most important journey either of them will ever take. Another summer on Gansett Island is heating up, and love is in the air!
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Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series, which has sold more than 3 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books, which has sold 1.5 million books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force. All together, her books have sold more than 5.5 million copies worldwide! Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news. Join Marie's mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @marieforce and on Instagram. Join one of Marie's many reader groups. Contact Marie at marie@marieforce.com.
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All He Wants For Christmas:
Veronica Till is at the end of her rope. Single, broke, about to lose her apartment, and all alone, on Christmas, in harsh, cold, New York City. When she bungles her latest job working the secretary desk for New York’s youngest, hottest, most demanding billionaire, she’s sure she’s going to get tossed out on her rear. But her new boss has other plans…
Nick Layne is a man obsessed with one thing and one thing only: working tirelessly and ceaselessly in building his empire. Except suddenly, there’s something else that’s caught Nick’s eye. She’s young, gorgeous, innocent, and lost, and with one look, he’s obsessed. No woman has ever turned his head like Veronica. No other woman has ever enticed him, and captivated him like this. And now, Nick knows exactly what he wants for Christmas—Christmas, and forever.
A Present For Daddy’s Princess:
Lia Stone already has it all—the huge house, the expensive clothes and jewelry, the fairytale life, and above all, the gorgeous, hunky husband twelve years her senior. But Barrett isn’t just “hubby”. Some nights, he’s also Daddy, and Daddy knows exactly how to make his little princess squeal and moan. And tonight, on Christmas Eve, Daddy’s on his way home with an extra special present for his pretty little princess…
From the moment he saw her and saved her from a terrible situation, Barrett new Lia would be his. People would have already called him a lucky man, with his wealth, power, prestige, and respect. But Lia is his crown jewel, and the light of his life. She’s also something else that no one else knows about: his pretty little Princess. And tonight, on Christmas Eve “Daddy Barrett” is on his way home with an extra special little treat for his little Lia. But only if she’s a very, very good girl…
Bad Bad Santa:
Sweet and innocent Bettina is a girl on the run. I mean, you would be too if your crook of a father offered your virginity and hand in marriage to appease a skeezy mob boss he owes money to. All alone in a remote winter cabin, Bettina thinks she’s safe at last. But she’s about to learn exactly how wrong she is…
Russian mob hitman Kristof is a beast of a man. A hunter. A killer. A savage hell-bent on completing his mission, no matter what it takes. His latest job has him hiding out as a Mall Santa, but when he spots his mark, the holly-jolly is going to quickly be replaced with something far darker and growlier. Cornering his gorgeous, tempting prey, Kristof finds himself torn between completing his mission, or taking exactly what he wants for Christmas this year…
Warning: this story contains themes such as noncon, restraint, and force that may be unsettling or triggering for some readers.
Claimed On Christmas:
Recently divorced Alessandra isn’t expecting much else besides Netflix and chilling alone this holiday season. But when three rough, growly, gorgeous delivery men arrive with the new bed she’s ordered, and when Alessandra realizes she knows them, well, she’s going to find out just how much stuffing her stocking can take…
When James, Gunner, and Max arrive at a glitzy home on Christmas Eve to make a delivery, the Ice Queen bitch who tormented them in high school is the last person they expect to find there. But it’s been years since then, and the three men are all grown up. Big, strong, rough, and ready for some payback. They’ve made a naughty list and checked it twice, and Alessandra is about to get three unexpected, BIG packages tonight…
Warning: this story contains themes such as noncon, restraint, and force that may be unsettling or triggering for some readers.
USA Today and #1 Amazon bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!
(Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)
Madison’s books have also been featured on MTV.com, VICE.com, and (probably) numerous anti-smut government and concerned citizens watch-lists.
Viper
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “We’re not gonna hurt you,” Viper said, hands out in front of him as he approached her. “I know,” she said, her voice a whisper of sound. “Viper!” It was the only warning Arkham could issue before the girl attacked. She launched herself at Viper. In reflex, he caught her. Two things happened when he closed his arms around her. First, Viper recognized she was more than a girl. The woman had curves aplenty, two of which were mashed against his chest, rubbing over him with every movement of her body. Second, the woman was fucking fierce. Viper was perfectly capable of defending himself, but he was hesitant to do anything for fear of hurting her. So she pummeled him with that fucking rock. By sheer luck, she didn’t catch his head with it, only his jaw. Viper retained his hold on her with one arm securely around her waist while using the other to block her blows as best he could. For such a small little thing, she packed quite a punch! Despite his efforts, she still connected several times before Arkham disarmed her. Bastard didn’t help him any more than that. And still, she fought. Apparently frustrated with her lack of progress, Darcy shrieked, kicking out and continuing to hit at him with her fists. “Knock it the fuck off, woman!” Viper finally set her on her feet and captured her wrists in his hands and wrapped his arms around her, trapping her with his superior strength. “Look at me, Darcy!” Viper used every ounce of command he possessed. In the end, it was probably the use of her name that made her pause in her tirade. “Look at me!” When she gave him a wary look he took a breath. “Your father sent us to find you and bring you home.” “I’m not going back! I’m old enough to make my own decisions, and I’ll be damned if I go back to that bastard!” Her struggles resumed. She tried to hike her knee up into his groin, but he managed to avoid it, pulling her tighter against him. It was getting exceedingly hard to ignore the lush curves pressed against him. The woman was tempting in the worst way. “You’ve never even met your dad,” Viper said, struggling to hold her while not hurting her. “I assure you, he’s a good man.” “Rayburn, my stepdad, is a molesting bastard and my mom is nothing more than his pimp! I’ll kill both of them and you before I go back!” Viper was so shocked, he relaxed his hold for a second, giving the girl enough leverage to break free. Darcy promptly kicked him in the balls before spinning around to flee again. Arkham caught her, spun her back around, and zip-tied her hands behind her back, ensuring he didn’t get a repeat of what Viper got. Once she was secured, he looped a length of rope around her waist and tied her to a tree. “That should take care of that.” Arkham turned his attention to Viper, kneeling down beside his biker brother. “You gonna be all right?” “Shut the fuck up, you smug bastard.” Viper tried to sound menacing, but it was hard to do when his balls were singing. Didn’t help with him down on one knee looking up at the big man, either. “Just trying to help a brother out.” Arkham raised his hands in surrender before turning back to their prisoner. “You gonna fight me, girl?” “You gonna try to take me back to that hellhole?” She had to look up at Arkham, but Darcy didn’t seem the least bit intimidated. In fact, she looked to be sizing him up, looking for the easiest way to take him down. “Hadn’t planned on it,” he said. When Arkham didn’t offer anything else, Viper added, “It’s your biological father who sent us. We’re takin’ you back to the clubhouse.” She looked from Arkham to Viper. “Biological father. Clubhouse?” “Yeah.” Viper groaned as he got to his feet. “Look. I’m Viper. This is Arkham. We’ve been huntin’ you for three fuckin’ days, sweetheart. I’d like to get out of the fuckin’ snow.” “Three days? I’ve only been gone like five.” They had Darcy’s attention now. Viper could see her calming down and really listening to what they had to say. “Data set us on you less than an hour after he got the news from your mother.” “Bullshit,” she spat. “My mother hasn’t had contact with my dad since right after I was born. She said he had no use for a kid.” “Don’t know their story. Or yours.” Viper shrugged. “All I know is a man as steady as a rock under any kind of pressure is on my ass in a big way to get you home and out of danger.” “Well, he hasn’t been in my life for the first eighteen years. I don’t need him for the next eighteen.” “You don’t even want to hear what he has to say? Not gonna cost you anything but a few hours of your precious time. You don’t like what he says or think he’s feedin’ you a line of bullshit, you can leave. Hell, I’ll even take you anywhere you wanna go.” She was silent for a moment as she pondered what he’d said. Viper had to stifle a groan. It was the first time he’d had a chance to really study her. Her stocking hat had fallen free, releasing a riot of bright red curls that spilled around her face and down her back. Her skin was nearly as pale as the snow around her but smattered with a light dusting of freckles across her forehead and the bridge of her nose. Delicate eyebrows rose in a fiery arch above sparkling pale blue eyes. Her appearance matched her temper, but also gave a man black ideas. Like spreading her out right here in the snow and fucking her until they melted the clearing around them. God! Would she have fiery curls on her cunt? In an instant, Viper was hard and aching, his need to claim this woman here and now so strong he had to bite back a growl. Finally she relaxed against her bonds. “Fine. Kinda cold out here anyways.”
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The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia’s on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Incensed and three cocktails deep, I followed him out the door, determined to give the audacious Adonis a piece of my mind.
Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
I never could have anticipated his...
And I never could have anticipated the way our paths would cross again—or that I would one day find myself falling for a man with a hollow cavity where his heart should be, a man as callous as he was beautiful, as complicated as he was mesmeric.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
This one’s ours.
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Amelia Kingston is joining us today with the release blitz of her release, SO THAT GOT WEIRD! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: So That Got WeirdAuthor: Amelia KingstonGenre: Contemporary RomanceAbout So That Got Weird:A painfully awkward love story. Incomprehensibly awkward Elizabeth Wilde is desperate for love. Connection. Intimacy. After a lifetime of romantic failures, the twenty-one-year-old gamer realizes she needs help. Professional help. She needs… A sex tutor. The devastatingly hot jock Austin Jacobs is just the man for the job. As the reigning campus sex god, he has the playboy act down pat. But underneath those six-pack abs beats a broken heart. He doesn’t trust people and he sure as hell doesn’t believe in love. The odd couple strike a deal. Four weeks of ‘tutoring’ for five thousand dollars. When Austin coaxes Elizabeth out from behind her computer screen, the attraction they feel is undeniable. They’re both a little broken, but somehow their jagged edges fit. And when their world comes tumbling down on top of them, they each have to decide if this weird thing called love is worth fighting for.
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Exclusive Excerpt:I change the subject, asking, “What’s your major?” “Pre-med.” Her eyes practically sparkle with her response. “You want to be a doctor?” I can’t keep the surprise out of my voice, unable to picture her bedside manner. “Technically, I guess. But I am really looking at going into medical research.” She answers my question without me having to ask it. “Why medical research?” She balks at the question, picking imaginary lint off her T-shirt instead of answering me. I sit quietly and stare at her until she finally answers with, “I’ve just always thought biology was interesting.” I give her a go-on gesture and she meekly continues. “Humans are basically insanely complex machines that took hundreds of thousands of years of evolution to create. We’re just starting to understand that even though we are these complicated and sophisticated organisms, we’re all still so fragile and flawed.” She stares as her hands in her lap, embarrassed by her own enthusiasm. “That's almost poetic.” She shifts in her seat and says, “It’s really lame, I know. I’m such a nerd, right? “Don’t do that.” Her eyes snap to mine at the reprimand. “Don’t belittle yourself or what you care about. The world is going to beat you down enough, you don’t need to help it out. If you believe something, own it. Fuck everybody else.” She blinks several times, like she’s holding back tears, gazing at me like I saved a litter of puppies from a burning building. Now it’s my turn to shift awkwardly in my seat. I’m no one’s hero. I change the subject, “I just want to make money. Lots of it.” “There’s a lot more to life than money.” “Spoken like someone who has a lot of it,” I scoff. “Exactly how rich are you, anyway?” “I'm not rich.” She sounds almost offended. “I mean, my father has money, but—” I interrupt her. “Same difference. You have lots of brothers and sisters?” “No. It’s just me.” Her face goes squishy, eyebrows pinched together, lips scrunched to one side. Her eyes dart up and left, like she’s trying to see inside her own mind. She’s working out what I’m getting at. It’s hideously captivating. “You’re the only child of a rich man. I bet if you decided tomorrow you never wanted to work another day in your life you wouldn't have to.” She seems lost in thought. I can’t help but wonder if she's actually adding up her net worth in her head. “It never occurred to me not to work. That's just what people do. But I guess you’re right. If I didn't want to, I wouldn’t have to work.” She isn’t bragging. If anything, she seems a bit self-conscious about being wealthy, like she thinks it will make me see her differently. I’m surprised by her honesty. “Yep, hate to break it to you, sweetheart. But you're rich,” I confirm with a laugh. “I've never really thought about it,” she says softly, almost to herself. It sounds like it’s a revelation to her. She's so naïve. She’s never really experienced life, the good or the bad. She lives a sheltered beige existence, never knowing the brilliant shine of intense pleasure or the dark grunge of true suffering. She’s only tasted a fraction of what the world has to offer. Her unassuming innocence is intriguing. “About money? People who have lots of it rarely do.” I don’t mean it to be an accusation, but that's how she takes it. “It’s not like I’m taking my private jet to our family's island in the Bahamas.” Her definition of being rich is enough to make me laugh. She's rich because she'll never have to work to eat. “Maybe not. But you had five thousand dollars you seemed to be able to part with quite easily.” It comes out harsher than I meant it to be. I'm frustrated she doesn’t understand what it’s like for people with nothing. People like me.
About Amelia Kingston:Amelia Kingston is many things, the most interesting of which are probably California girl, writer, traveler, and dog mom. She survives on chocolate, coffee, wine, and sarcasm. Not necessarily in that order. She’s been blessed with a patient husband who’s embraced her nomad ways and traveled with her to over 30 countries across 5 continents (I’m coming for you next, Antarctica!). She’s also been cursed with an impatient (although admittedly adorable) terrier who pouts when her dinner is 5 minutes late. She writes about strong, stubborn, flawed women and the men who can't help but love them. Her irreverent books aim to be silly and fun with the occasional storm cloud to remind us to appreciate the sunny days. As a hopeless romantic, her favorite stories are the ones that remind us all that while love is rarely perfect, it’s always worth chasing.
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Fan-favorite, Damien Stark, is back in an all-new emotional holiday novella.
Delight Me from New York Times and #1 International bestselling author J. Kenner is available now! There’s one special gift Damien wants to give his wife Nikki and their daughters for Christmas . . . but with a crisis brewing and time running out, can he make it home in time for the holidays? Don’t miss this all-new, deeply emotional short story! While Damien tries to bring something wonderful home to his family, this book is JK’s special treat for Nikki and Damien fans. Dive deep into bonus content you may have missed over the years, including a love note from Damien, text messages between Nikki and Damien, fan-favorite quotes from the books, several fun and sexy scenes, and the all-new holiday short story! And don’t miss JK’s special note to readers! Download your copy today!
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Google Play: http://bit.ly/2DRPXrf Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/33YJncX Excerpt: A few moments pass, and I consider going back inside. But I can’t bring myself to do it. All day we’ve been surrounded by people, and now that it is just the two of us, I want to wallow in the pleasure of having claimed this man. I want to watch him rounding the side of the house. I want to see the possessiveness with which he approaches it, knowing full well that he owns the property, the house, and everything inside it. Including me. I want to see the heat that will flare in his eyes when he sees that I’m waiting for him, and I want to feel the brush of his lips on mine when he kisses me. I want it—and Damien doesn’t disappoint. The moment I see him, I feel the breath catch in my throat, his impact upon me no less intense after having been married now for years. He walks with a casual confidence, his body straight and strong, his chin high. He radiates power and control, but at the same time there is an easiness to him. A weekend quality that suggests that even though he can command a board room, he is equally skilled on a tennis court or the ski slopes. Or in a bedroom. I shiver, thinking about his particular skills in that area, and when his eyes meet mine and he flashes that slow, easy smile, I’m certain he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Why, Mrs. Stark,” he says, sliding one hand around my waist and pulling me to him. “You look like a woman with something on your mind.” “I am,” I admit. I’m breathless now, my skin tingling in response to his touch. “Whatever could you be thinking about?” “You,” I admit, then rise onto my toes to meet his mouth. The kiss is deep, claiming, and I melt against him, more than willing to surrender to his touch. I want to simply let go. To lose myself and the rest of this afternoon in his arms. About J. Kenner Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over one hundred novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.
Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit. JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A six time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy) and in 2017 for Wicked Dirty in the same category. Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development as a television show. Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages. In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.
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“YOU’RE IN BIG TROUBLE, DOLL”
The little hacker stole from the Family--hundred fifty grand.
We Tacones don’t take kindly to thieves.
Not even when they come in a package as cute as hers.
Not even after she shows me how high her freak flag flies.
Now there will be hell to pay for my sexy geek.
And I’m the one coming to collect.
But when she ends up in jail for the transaction I ordered her to make
I decide to bail her out. Because she’s a wildfire.
A force of nature too bright to be put out.
And I don’t need the money.
I’d rather have her.
Why I write Mafia If you're reading my newsletter, I guarantee you already know I'm kinked. I love a dominant hero who gets bossy, spanky and dirty. I like non-consent, at least at first. Abduction-seduction is my favorite trope. So writing mafia romance fits perfectly with that. And even as sweet as I can write an alpha male, I also freaking love dub-con. "What if I cheat?" His brows slam down. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Clearly the wrong thing to ask. But I want to know. He says he won't hurt me but he's a dangerous man. What happens if I cross a line? What are those lines? "I won't—I don't either," I assure him quickly. I grab his arm. "I promise. It's just—" "What?" He's still pissed. That shouldn't excite me. I am wired so wrong. Because I'm tipsy, I lightly slap his chest. "You kidnapped me and threatened my brother's life! I just need to know what happens if I piss you off." Anger ripples over Paolo's expression and he steps back and scrubs a hand over this face. Then he shakes his head. "No more of this," he says. I shake my head. I'm already getting queasy. "You can't tell me no more." Of course he can. He just did. And that's exactly the point I'm testing here. I'm with a dangerous, controlling man. He throws his hands in the air in that distinctly Italian way. “What do you want from me?” "What if I ran away?" "You gonna run?" "No, but what if I did? What’s the line?” Exasperation dances over his face and he narrows his eyes, but I can tell he’s thinking about his answer. “Okay, where’s the line?” He catches my chin and lifts it to bring our faces close. “If it’s business, I’m gonna deal with you in a business-like fashion. You steal from the casino, you threaten my family, talk to the Feds, we’re done and the gloves come off. If it’s personal, I’m not a douche. You break my heart, there’s no retribution. That plain enough for you?”
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She's sold over a half million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today's Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy's Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She's hit the USA Today list five times with various anthologies.
Avoiding Temptation, an all new contemporary romance in the Bro Code series by #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken, is LIVE! I hit on her first. Realized she was my best friend Finn's little sister second. And got a bloody nose third — compliments of Finn after he watched me nearly score with the new underclassman. After all I did have a reputation on campus, word on the street was that a girl could orgasm within one minute just watching me eat Lucky Charms. You can't make this stuff up — even though it was at least four minutes and included outside circumstances. Ahem, I digress. Point is, not only did I earn the attention of the worst sort of girl for me — my best friend's only sibling — but now she's out to seduce me. Me! One of the most famous Pleasure Ponies of them all! I can't shower — she follows me to the bathroom. Literally. I can't sleep — Lucky me, she lives in the same dorm. And I can't focus on anything except for her taunting eyes every single time something goes her way. I want her, but I don't want her to know I want her, and I definitely don't want to die before graduation, which is looking more and more likely considering we can't keep our hands off each other.
Something's gotta give, and I have an inkling I should probably start writing my eulogy now because that something is probably going to be me. Download your copy today or read free in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/36GN1Kv Amazon Worldwide: mybook.to/AvoidingTemptationRVD Add to Goodreads: http://bit.ly/38Fg8j1 About Rachel: Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! Connect with Rachel: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RachelVanDykenWebsite: http://rachelvandykenauthor.com Newsletter: http://bit.ly/RVDNewsletterInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/rachvdTwitter: https://twitter.com/RachVDAmazon: http://amzn.to/2cNVwL9Goodreads: http://bit.ly/RVDGRRachel's Rockin' Readers: http://bit.ly/RachelsRockinReaders |